WOMAN IN THE RED DRESS

I saw myself in a dream.

Sitting on the edge of a cliff. Where the sky meets the sea, with no promises of peace.

The air was thick with salt.

Waves crashed below like they were trying to say something I couldn’t understand.

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(Then come back to the dream. It’ll still be here.)

The rocks beneath me were cold, wet and jagged.

I just sat there, legs hanging off the edge, dress tangled in the wind like it had a soul of its own.

The sky bled with a strange stroke of orange, the kind that only shows up after something beautiful ends.

Somewhere in the fog, a lighthouse blinked slowly not urgent, not desperate, just… constant.

And why not? It had all the time in the world. It had.... forever.

I was there. Alone. I wasn’t scared.

Just… still. Like I was holding my breath without even knowing it.

Then I heard it.

A whisper. Soft. Sharp. Familiar.

Someone behind me said my name.

Was it familiar? I couldn't tell.

But I didn’t turn around. I didn’t need to.

I didn’t know who it was, but something about it felt like home a calling... a despair... a feeling of hope... all at once.

Maybe it was the version of me I’ve been trying to find again. The one I left behind when everything changed.

Or maybe it was the version of me I haven’t met yet. Ushering me forward.

Even after I woke... I didn't forget the voice.

And I don’t think I ever will.

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